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Monday, May 31, 2010

Remembering My Hero

Today my kids and I went to the cemetery to place flowers on the grave of my hero. Growing up I didn't have to look too far to find a hero because that man was my father. It is a rare gift to have a father that is not only your hero, but also your friend. Many of my fondest memories from my childhood include my dad. Whether he was coaching my little league baseball team or teaching me how to play golf, my dad was my greatest source of encouragement. He never doubted me and always trusted me, even when I was making mistakes. But probably the greatest gift my father gave me was the gift of unconditional love. He expressed that unconditional love through his words and his actions every day of my life.

I am very grateful to have been blessed with such a wonderful father. I realize that now, and I realized that when I was growing up. I was going through some memorabilia today and found a box that my dad had kept. I soon realized that he had saved every card and letter he ever received from me. One particular birthday card stood out as a perfect tribute to my dad.

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I am a single dad, wannabe housewife, and full-time taxi driver. My hobbies include: laundry, dish washing, animal control, and referee for the occasional "He started it!" "No, she started it!" debate. My goal is to someday escape to a remote Scottish village and spend my days playing golf.
I have been single for 11 years now and started this blog to share the unique experience of juggling the responsibilities of raising kids, dating and earning a living. Did I just call "dating" a responsibility?